Jonah Blackheart, Monster Hunter: Dire Wolves by Jolly Ken

Author:Jolly, Ken [Jolly, Ken]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: BearCat Publishing
Published: 2015-08-27T04:00:00+00:00

The Hunt for Slocomb

The morning dawned dark and cold as was usual in the Northern latitudes. The weak sun would not be up for quite a while. It was a lot colder than the previous day and most of the hunters might have preferred sleeping in however the aroma of my coffee and bacon eventually dragged them out of the sack. My bacon has even been known to make Muslims convert.

The men sitting around the table were a dismal group, as it had turned even colder outside. The snowdrift that they had been watching through the window last evening was now higher and covered most of the window. Their talk was rather dejected as they contemplated the chances of any success for a hunt on a day like this.

Everyone was reporting a lack of success on their individual hunts the previous day and if the truth was to be known even the guides who were sitting at another table comparing notes were not thrilled getting out into this weather.

As usual Sam's loud mouth was leading the argument,” I hate that you will be losing a day of hunting, but it looks really terrible out there."

A more optimistic hunter spoke up, "Maybe it will warm some after the sun comes up. Does anyone know the temperate?

"I checked when I came down, it’s minus forty five," Sam stated flatly.

Mark who is normally somewhat quiet added a fact to the discussion. "It doesn't matter. If it’s -45 Fahrenheit or -45 Centigrade it’s the only temperature where the two scales are the same."

There was a collective shudder as the men at the table settled back into their coffee cups and pancakes.

"I shouldn't have drunk so much last night. My head hurts," said one guy huddled around the table.

"Maybe you wouldn't have lost so much at poker," kidded his companion. There was a general round of laughter around the table.

Jake came down the stairs and was as vulnerable to the same aromas that had lured the others downstairs. He obviously felt self-conscious around all of the hunters and found a table to himself off on the side.

Herb came from the kitchen carrying more serving platters and stopped to talk to Sam. "Have you seen Henry Slocomb? He hasn't come down for breakfast yet."

Sam shrugged not very interested. "What time did he get back last night? He is probably sleeping in."

"Don't know. I had already turned in." Herb then turned to Frank who was working the front desk. "Frank, go up and tell Henry breakfast is ready." Seeing the crowd queuing up to the buffet for extra helpings Herb rushed the trays over to keep the mob quiet.

A swirl of blowing wind and snow ushered Gus's arrival when the door opened. Gus looked around the lounge until he spotted Jake. Seeing Jake, he crossed the room.

"We need to leave soon as possible. The lake may freeze up anytime," Gus urged.

"Can it really freeze that fast,” Jake questioned?

"It can as cold as it is out there. I wasn't expecting the big freeze for a couple more weeks.

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